I think we’ve reached
A new low
People have forgotten
How to google
I question how
People could be functional
With this amount of stupidity

Google it
You stupid ****
It May not be valid
But you can dig further
Inquire wisely

I’m sorry
Our generation of college
Educated
Could degenerate
How do you become

Incapable
How did you get
Such a high-paying job?

Google it
You stupid ****
It May not be valid
But you can dig further
Inquire wisely


Google it
You stupid ****
It May not be valid
But you can dig further
Inquire wisely

When All Else Fails

Poets: past, present and future
Congregrated
To have their poems dissapear
Confiscated.
Poetry.com alienated its community

800 poems— gone!
5 years of work— erased
Domain defaced
And encased behind a error
404: Datbase could not be reached

I’m looking forward
To getting back to my roots
To reesrablishing an online presence
Poetry is meant to be shared
And read
This site better not lose to the times
Grown ingrown
Or henceforth be labeled “dead”

Mists of porcelain
Tides of clay
High cynicism
Forecasted today

Ebb and Flow
Have a great marriage
But you’ll never catch them
in a carriage
Fated fading ecstasy
  find their rings returned to Saturn
Yet she remains blue
Her orbit remains in tact
Despite feeling unglued

Selective Extortion/Moralities Abortion
God isn't wrong
But that doesn't make you right
And if I'm "wrong"
Surely there will be a smite tonight
Purely insolent
You're another desolated sycophant
Destitute and reprobate
But that doesn't mean you have to
Hate me by spewing diatribe
To resonate with your own cries
That my ethos is fallacy
Fake to you but real to me
Reel to real
Can't you see
It's immaculate perception
Miscarried contraception
Selective extortion
Moralities abortion

If Variety is the
Spice of life
Than self depreciation
Is the perfect mixer
To add to your cup

Drink up
It’s a happy hour special
Sit down
Stay a while
There’s no use
For denial
If you can’t fake a smile
For another day
Or another mile
Kissing ***
For years on end
Till you’re senile

What’s a check worth
If you aren’t growing
Misery shows its head
Every night at the bar

And you aren’t even growing.

Look inward
And laugh
It’s the ROI
When you’ve become
jaded and cynical and you don’t know why

Groveling in his past mistakes
A vagabond helplessly searches
For direction and forgiveness
To absolve and adjudicate
His past wrong doing
He confessed to a priest
Who let him know he was eschewed
He said " Forgive me father for I know not what to do"
" My son" replied the priest with much valor and pride " I could tell you anything but I can't guarantee you'll like it or abide by it.

Your moral compass is lacking
Let's start there
You're living in an ostracized planet
Where no one can care
Your morals are allegory of a life lived in want
Your ethics and your standards of life won't assuage the need for self growth"

" So you're saying that in order to gain the fecundity in life I wish to see I need to stick to my morals and let anyone change me, never yield to learning on life's sequestered journey”

“ Well, now you’re starting to get it”

Over the wall
Across the mote
Make way for the siege

Their architects
And engineers
Defected to me
Without a fight

A shadow cast over the sun
And a heavenly light showered me
“ you will be great” it said
Free people from division

You are Genghis
You are man
You will unite all peoples
And shadow the sun

I left you
And I feel no regret
It’s not worth
Seeing you upset

I saved your life
But you must save yourself
Cause girl, when all is said and done
I’ll be back one day

Till than you take care

Just take your pills
Get your thrills
pay their bills

Faux advice
Half-hearted wisdom
The tooth’s been extracted
And if you want anesthesia
That comes at cost
  
At the cost
Of your dignity
And mental freedom

Politicians are liars
Lawyers are crooks
And shrinks are the prostitutes
Of the  “respectable”
professional world

They work your mind
Stretch your head
You’re now confused
Much too your dread

Shrinks are the unsavory prostitutes
Of the  “respectable”
professional world

Sophisticated
Lumineer
Ultimate Truth Seeker

Strong and independent
Yet humble and reserved
Attraction by way of mystery

Start
light
Ubiquitous
Transmitter
The strength to go on despite everything

Stoic
Lovely
ultimate true

Free-spirited and loose

I love you
As you are
As yourself

We live life
As if we had
A permanent lease
Despite having knowledge
That it’ll end
Memories
Are good and bad
It’s what you do
That matters in the end

I smoke cigarettes
I drink beer
You don’t think I hear you?
You’re wrong
Call me stupid
*******
Insolent
Whatever you will
I’m living for the moment
Cause I know
Someday might be too late
To live my life

I’m cool
But not popular
It doesn’t bother me
Cause I’m me
Everyone’s an attention *****
I’m not immune
I’m in fact human

I love, I hate
I get caught in my head
I make mistakes
Just like you
I’m living in the moment
Cause I know
Someday might be too late
To live my life

Why worry
What’s the point
sit back
Life will go by regardless

Why ask
There’s no answer
Sometimes
Wonder is the key
Why push
When no ones pulling
You the other way

Sometimes I feel like we’re drowning
In repetition
Hoping to reap a different outcome
We’ve never learned

Space and time

Information overload
Substances I can’t decode
Mental processes erode
Is there a reason
To this rhyme
Is this a change
In the paradigm



There’s a state of mind
That I can’t find
Cause I’m caught  between
Space and time

Don’t sell your soul
To be a penny on parole
The melodic highway
Has no toll

Parallels undermined
Logics unkind
Emotions intertwined
Racing thoughts in my mind


There’s a state of mind
That I can’t find
Cause I’m caught in between
Space and time

There’s a state of mind
That I can’t find
Cause I’m caught  between
Space and time

An elegant hangs
From a noose suspended
By the Flag
Donkeys cry.... not one makes a sound
They just turn and walk all way
In shame

The death of a country
The rise of politicians
The cleansing
Needs a voice

Newspapers, News anchors
They say “ Democracy Dies in Darkness”
That the constitution is “ sacred”
The impressionable public needs a leader
But no one truly steps up
It’s a game of cockteasing and menstral cycling
Every four years
When Squelers come out of

Characters
And caricatures
Silhouettes of what we want
To be
Are ever-present
Ever-changing
And ever growing

Sinners, Saints, and reprobates
Are one in the same
It ain’t new
We’ve seen but never labeled
Out of fear for being judged
Ourselves

SSR— we’re a mix of all theee

Stop
Drop
Cop it
Conversations aren’t bits
Tantalizing me with empty promises
Of what could be
Only for me to find myself in a situation
Where I’m forcing you to engage
Despite knowing that that’s not healthy
Is this disparate... perhaps
Am I? No

I’m overthinking
Trying to understand women
You will never ein

The exchange
Of words, thoughts and feelings
Should not be censored.
I’m so tired of not talking to you
That it’s driving me insane

It’s a dangerous game I’m playing
Going against everything I know
If I could think about you a little less
Than I could entertain the thought

Friendship is a two-way deal
You’ve got to engage
Even though I do more often than not
And it’s not that I can’t take a hint
But nothing we’ve been through
Draws a conclusion that a hint needs to
Be taken

How many tears
Will you cry
Before the tide collides
With the horizon of life
And how many rings
Will you keep on your shelf
Triumphantly
Before you’re roasted you
Your soul can’t make the rent
And 7 monthly alimony payments
Won’t save you



Modern day Nero
Surrogate zero
A ‘ heroes’ worst enemy is themself

Floating alone
In the tears of Saturn
Her rings bequeath you
Dreaming of matrimony
But you aren’t wholly holy within

You’re getting married again?
You should’ve stayed single
7 days resting— will you pray
On the eighth
Baby I wouldn’t *******
I’d feel unprotected
But I would buy you a drink
If you’d just

STOP CRYING!

Torn jeans
And a sleeveless tee
Working to the bone
In the daytime heat
Got nothing but a tractor
And some beam to my name
Gotta finish plowing by seven to pick up the dame

Oh
She likes the way I dress
And
She's easy to impress
Country girl
What'da want
Look at you
A tease and a taunt
To be with you
I’m quite fond
Summer breeze
Blowing through my hair
Not showing a care
To the world
It's all about us

And
You’re so easy to please
Don't make me get down
On my knees

Avoid Tex-Mex
If you value your insides
your body will thank you later

Blasting off *****
When you’re to weighed die
And you can’t come back down

If you say it  has to end
I’m  not sorry, my friend
I’ve always been a party of one
And I don’t burn
When I’m facing sun
If you asked do you care
I would say if I course I do
Somes bridge must be burnt
or we’d never ******* grow

Why am I always so headstrong
Why am I so **** lonesome
I don’t mind loneliness
I just mind my mind
Thinking  it’s right all the time
Even when it’s not in my best interest

I’m a stubborn *******
With a tendency to be blunt
Call me an ******* I’d you want
I’ll tell you the truth always
Friend, lover, significant other
No one will be spared
Honesty is nice
But people seem to want to beat around the bush
Thursday to save face

But that ain’t a friend

Ghost town
Population 100,000
Yet all I see
Is traffic and  tumbleweed
Where the hell is everyone?

It’s 9 P.M.
The kids are asleep
Hire a sitter
Let’s get lit

In the city
The night shift never ends
In the city
You kiss *** all day
Come to me
Non- cynically
Let’s indulge in serendipity
The practice of ******* off
And enjoying ourselves


It’s moments like these
That we live for
The cities dead
But we’re alive
Join me
Join us
Join we
Let’s party!!

Riding on
A chariot to nowhere
Going forward, you’ll see
nothing
But the vision of memory

Riding on
A chariot to nowhere
Feelings uknown
Are you willing explore

Find the answer
This isn’t about truth
This is personnel
This is deliberate
This is everything
This is you
The mirror distorts
The clearest image

Lexicons created from
Meandering consciousness
Creating streams of thought

The images of something good
The notion of creation
And the strains of reason we create

We call that human nature

Dichotomy of soul and mind
A path intertwined
Expressed through color

No  art is replete
No love complete
No loyalty depleted

The spectrum we see is never full
But nobody’s a fool
Life’s about the colors you don’t see

Sometimes the doghouse
Is where you wanna be
free-dom and freedumb
Are blessings in disguise
Have you realized
That their punishments
Provide you space
Time, shelter
And shade
From their looming shade

Doghouses
Are standing fixtures
Provide reflection
Dissection
And Introspection
With the added benefit
Of protection  from the elements

Mind it
But don’t MIND it
it’s not that bad
When you’re all good

Relax friend
You can rest easy

Liberate
Create the image you see of yourself
Beauty isn’t paramount
Mount your mind
And thoughts
To dress as freely as you wish

Show as much
Or as little as you wish
You shouldn’t have to cover
Or shoe modesty

I’m no fashionista
But girl, you gotta be you
******* up
**** the rest

Be yourself
Don’t be ashamed
Or let yourself be shamed
By anyone

Empty pulpits
It’s 5:30 on Saturday
People are praying at the pub
Giving sermons and political manifestos

Dingy hotel rooms
Mold pieces of a character
The scent of lavender and alcohol
The party never ends

I’m watching through
The watch towers scope
I’m not a parent
But it’s apparent
Tonight, I’m a helicopter

Enthalpy
The heat is rising
Faster than you may think
You miscalculated
Everyone knew it
The world won’t stop without you

What’s a rat race without cheese
A sonnet without rhyme
A reason without justification
Tenderness without understanding

The world won’t stop without you

Enthalpy
The heat is rising
Faster than you may think
You miscalculated
Everyone knew it
The world won’t stop without you

What’s a rat race without the cheese
A sonnet without rhyme
A reason without justification
Tenderness without understanding

The world hasn't
Won't
and will never stop with you

Get over yourself

A strand of chaos
Related genetically
to descendants and ancestors
Pastoral retreats you run to
are all too familiar
a myopic myoma
the sickness of nostalgia
The world hasn't
Won't
and won't ever stop without you

So get over yourself.

Pick a card any card
Except for the queen
She stole my heart
And now I’m a zombie

I’m looking for Alice
In the woods
But all I see
Is a red
Where have all the men gone
And why is there
A been stocks worth of wedding rings
In front of me?

Goliath still exists they
Made him out of wood
Must be painfully awkward
When he wakes up in the morning

Little boy Bleu
****** a hag in a shoe
He yolked as he died
Humpty Dumpty is alive
but can’t pick himself up
He’s got no game

He lives with Aiken Drum
And a street dog
Whose owner died
When she saw him smoking a pipe
Their landlords a crooked man
Who keeps raising rent
They gut him
And put him in a stew with the theee little pigs
Humpty falls in
“ Aw ****” says Aiken
“Well at least this’ll be a valences breakfast

I see your image in my head
The still frame portraits and macabre dressed in misleading bright happy colors
I feel you in the air though you're not here
I see you're hand grabbing me and letting me go
Smudging your mascara on another gentlemans face as you do so
I cry and the tears hit your hand
You slap me away without looking at me
I awake and see your image in my dream
Letting me know that you're the key
To save me from this hell
2,190 days later
And you're still gone

When swatting flies
With the power of  hubris
Mind your lane
consider the intention
Of your peers and associate

Life ain’t cheap
And it seems nowadays
that people draw curtains to early
Wanting that sunset to book-end
Life continues with an everlasting
....

The trajectory of tragedy
Is triumph
When people die
The legacy is what you leave
Memory isn’t permanent
It’s fleeting, selective, and unforgiving

How do you want to feel in your final moments?
Are you safe in the notion that you’re leaving alone

RIP
My friend
That girl deserves life
For what she did to you
Only time will tell
What justice is truly carried out

No inspiration
No cause
No notion
And no reason

Words are a drug
Words are a comfort
Words are a companion

I know
How original?

Saying nothing
Is saying something
Words escape
But I always find them again

Writers block only exists
In the minds of those
Who let it

How original
How original
How original
How original

If I
tell you what I want
Isn’t *** and I’m earnest
Will you still brush me aside?
If I told
That I’m a romantic
Would you run and hide

I’ll keep searching until I find you
Invisible, Elusive one
In the meantime
I’ll work on myself
So that when we finally talk
You’ll stay a while

Laced with syntax
Rhyming gets me high
Like ecstasy
Tripping on the the x
Factor, factoring equations
Analyzing every outcome
Call me dumb
Not under the gun
Having fun

Dial 9-1...
Im the one
living life
Without strife
You found God
I found the bar
I will steal your girl
And buy you a bourbon
Hast you learnt
She hit on me
Put a ring on it next time
I’m not responsible for your heartbreak
When I didn’t know
I won’t call her *** though
That’s low
And bro
Your lowest ebb has come
Learn from this

Mimes mimic monotony
With cerebral and cynical gestures
Passionately “performing” the perilously
Tiring

Another smoke
Another drink
Another mundane day
As you age you realize
That life don’t change that much
You can’t complain
It’s insane
Life is beautifully simple

Don’t look
Just be aware
That the world ain’t your friend
Faces show
motionless grins
And jaded perceptions

Life is beautiful
Life is grand
Life’s a spec
In the sands of time

And the pervonbial  hourglass
Is ever-ticking

Everyone becomes a boomer
At one point or another
It’s a state of mind

And we aren’t getting younger

It’s not a generation  gap
It’s  a synthesis trap
Life’s a *****

When we hit 30
We’ll be as jaded and cynical as
Our parents

Well all say
“ get off our lawns”
And we’ll start slowly
Losing our libido

**** the youth
For being so agile
And adapt

Rise up and fight
Comrades in arms
Unify to disarm
The powers that be
Through bloodshed
And protest we shall prevail
No longer shall we suffer
Under the spell of falsehoods
Or empty promises

We’ll fight
The kremlin
Till death due us part
Russia shall be free

Rejoice
In your existence
The birth of the pure
Saccharine *******
You won’t devour
Rise up ‘guest
The arm of the state
The ones that never fed
Or gave a ****

Through the death of
Forbearers we’ve grown stronger
Unified in the cause
Of autonomy
The hammer and sickle
Of past trepidation
Have only served to make
Us stronget

Life is beautiful
Life is hard
Life’s meant to be a struggle
At times
Sometimes we
Need a break
  nothings  wrong
With escapism
Indulge yourself
And others too
But Don’t close your eyes
to the possibility
Of something new


It’s never
An excuse
It’s a means to relax
We don’t need any drugs


(To Zone out)

At peace with reality
Born free
Not committed to anyone
But ourselves
You’ll find me contented
Laying in bed
Vacationing in my
Imagination
You’ll find in deep thought
Vacationing in my
Imagination

The worlds not ****
People aren’t ****
We’re collectively cynical
To our detriment

Believe what you want
And say what you will
And watch ideas grow
In a garden from your window sill

You can’t defend
Your insecurities
You must face yourself and ask
“Do I agree” For you see
That’s  up to you not me
I’ve found meaning
In rhyme
Words are just the color I abuse
Use these poems as insight and take them in
Because the readers worst committed sin
Is self-importance with a side of a grin
If I wanted to tell you want to think
If I wanted to tell you what to believe
Than I’d be a minister
But I’m not
And they’re  not that sinister
This first poem has to have a strong finisher
So I say
Believe what you want and live your own way
But take what I say to heart today
And it quite possibly could influence you pos’tively

Come into the romanticized void
Deep space
A million miles from anything
Staring at the stars and knowing that you still can't reach them

Being an astronaut realistically is boring
So in your mind you dream of floating about
On a rowboat
You underpass waterfalls of quixotic emotions
Dreaming of going home
But here you are so awry and devoid of emotion

MISSION STATEMENT

What we feel
Is what we’ll do
If you don’t like it
We can’t fault you

Define us by
Who we are
Not what we play
We don’t stray
From the heart

We don’t live and die
By the lyric
We leave most
To interpretation
We ain’t trying
To rock
The nation

We’re just us

Do justice to the music
( Don’t) think) we’ll stay the same
( Don’t “Know”) what we’ll be
Next, we’ll progress
Regress and digress as
A collective entity
Band, fan or otherwise


Who we are
May not reflect
Your exact ideology
But who said we had
To be agreeable
We’re good


Progression is a non-linear concept
Based on
The ebb and flow of life
The pain and joy that you feel throughout
I’d merely a test

Who are you
What do you believe
And what do you truly know
Believing is awakening

This is loaded but austere reflection

Believing politicians
Believing in just cause
Leaves us stagnant
Brain thirsting
Knowledge is on metapuse

Do we know no better
Have we not learned
To elect to have a conteneous diagloue

Here I go
Down the same path
I didn't want to be ruined
But I know in darkness there's light

And then there's you
Tell me if my hell is true

What kind of sadomasochistic game
Are you playing with my heart
Self-hatred takes its toll
From you because of me
Ash to Ash dust to dust
I'm a vagabond left to grovel
And rust
Hate is my only companion
As my heart stands alone
In a cryogenic fridge
Frozen in time
-30 below zero
And I know the way out
But the light is darkened and needs a new bulb

Self indulged
Was this met to be
The dynamics
And texture that separated you and me

What kind of sadomasochistic game
Are you playing with my heart
Self hatred takes its toll
I wallow in hollow depths
And succumb, I fall apart

Devotion  
Love
Twisted
Outcome
Lasting
Regret
Forever
Instilled

Play your game
Play your game
Play your game
Players game

The angels congregate
Enforcing policy
Under a crimson horizon
Where devils cry
In glee

wherever roaming
Takes us, we’ll find
Peace
Where the dusk may sleep

What is your wish?
To serve retribution in a dish
What is you goal
Are you vying to dig this country
Into a proverbial hole

Is it partisan politics
That divides us?
Is it not the people who
Congregate
To decide
Whatever happened to soul
We cannot blame
Nor scapegoat a single man
Nor a single party
Just because we don’t agree with them

But rationality looses
And both sides grow a third hand
****** are the people
Who can’t talk
Who can’t speak
Who can’t hear the truth

We’ve ****** ourselves
And know we the people
Have to gain a collective consciousness
And gather

But that won’t ever happen
So instead
We try to make sense of it
We scapegoat
And lie to ourselves
By giving politicians the power

But it seems
We can’t forgive
Or in the very least accept
That we’ve trusted for too long
And that we’ve abandoned
Core values
For what we consider newer values
That, without reason or rhyme
Are the status quo

How do we know the answer...
When the question of origin is unknown

Ian’s telling jokes again
Race Anderson is laughing
Despite his lack of understanding
Moonshiners have a way of cutting their teeth
on hand-me-down drinks to warm up
my so called friends never
Pick up the bill
Pretty soon
I’m gonna need a lone shark
And an IOU
I’ll pay off our tabs
in fifty years time

Sometimes I write without reason
the meaning comes later
Natural spewing of syllables
Usually appear organized
We they don’t
I take minutes to jot down
My thoughts

(what makes this great)
I’m very productive and
(It’s always good)
To write more
(I’m inspired constantly)
You should be to

Phrases, words, and metaphors
Overthinking nevermore
Evermore pages should get filled
It’s easy
Writers block doesn’t exist
Unless you force it

You need something to write about
I know the struggle
But the words are on the tip
Just hum a melody
And let the pen be your lip.